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Serayah Morgan. Dressing up with the sweet relief of knowing he isn’t in the room feels like the greatest gift life can offer. But having a wolf in my head that won’t stop replaying scenarios I desperately want to forget? That’s the curse I’m stuck with. No, I didn’t see anything. No, I don’t know anything. And no, I’m not going to explain why that stuck out to me—I’m not allowed to. This is Quinn’s mate, the one the Moon Goddess somehow got confused and tied me to. It doesn’t matter; we’ll reject each other, and that’ll be the end of it. But why did he smell like that? Why did his arms feel like that? Ugh, Sera, stop. Stop thinking about him. It doesn’t matter if he caught me before I hit the ground; he was the one who made me fall in the first place. “Serayah?” I snap out of my spir